Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes
Are all scattered around in my head
It's been so long since I had a home
You're the only thing that comes to mind
When I think of the place that I need to be when I sleep

You and me, you and me
You and me got a love
I can't explain but we've aped more than most to get here
So I pray that this time, we both understand
That from Belgrade to Boston
We're much better off holding hands

An envelope that you scribbled on
And those old grey pajamas that I used to wear
Crumbled up on your side of the bed
And I can't quite explain what I mean, but I'm trying so hard
The windows are closed and the air's blowing hot, but I'm freezing

Oh darling, come home
'Cause winters alone are like punishments for things
That we haven't done wrong
And I know time apart, it won't last
'Cause from Belgrade to Boston
W,e're much better off holding hands
We're much better off holding hands
We're much better off holding hands
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Oh
Whoa